The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and he was the one in

tossed Samuel

than 50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang, and Samuel smashed to the

again, and his body hurt so bad that he could not

but he directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my

said those words, but

afraid, and he showed a proud and menacing

“Don’t worry about it.

and fights that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at most only deduct five

kill someone will you be

to be deducted, and after

quietly

stance, it seems that you’re

rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a

appeared in front of Albert,

slap even arrived, the

after one another, giving others an

Albert, and in split seconds, the surrounding air appeared to have condensed into

felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was like heaven

ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat

snorted loudly, and his eyes were cold

founder’s blessings, Sandra’s

his footwork had a sense of indescribable elegance

only moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed to be constantly

John’s expressions instantly changed.

such an agile movement like Sandra’s, nor had

attacked, there was no

shouted and continuously let out dozens of palms

of palms condensed into one slap in mid-air, and it

Bang!

explosion, and visible airwaves

face fell as he did not manage to hit

he slapped the

that John struck, his figure swayed slightly, and

It was a phantom!

trembled, and at this time, he heard a mocking

sect,

every hair

he wanted to turn around, John was already swept into a storm of